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U2 is my soundtrack for Joshua Tree. "Yeah, like the album name." Well, not exactly. Yes, Joshua Tree IS an album name, but it's not the reason why I have the association. When I went to college, I went the summer after my Junior year of high school, and right after my 17th birthday. The boyfriend from my (then) longest relationship of 1 year had just moved away, and since high school and I never got along, I wanted to skip town to figure out where I belonged. I went to an out-of-state college. But, this story isn't about that. So... yadda yadda, first semester of college, I came home during Fall semester to finish high school, double-up on the core classes (English, History, etc) and basically get my high school diploma out of the way before the start of Winter semester and before I moved back to college permanently. So I went back to living at home with my parents. Back to friends that thought I abandoned them;…

U2 is my soundtrack for Joshua Tree. "Yeah, like the album name." Well, not exactly. Yes, Joshua Tree IS an album name, but it's not the reason why I have the association. When I went to college, I went the summer after my Junior year of high school, and right after my 17th birthday. The boyfriend from my (then) longest relationship of 1 year had just moved away, and since high school and I never got along, I wanted to skip town to figure out where I belonged. I went to an out-of-state college. But, this story isn't about that. So... yadda yadda, first semester of college, I came home during Fall semester to finish high school, double-up on the core classes (English, History, etc) and basically get my high school diploma out of the way before the start of Winter semester and before I moved back to college permanently. So I went back to living at home with my parents. Back to friends that thought I abandoned them;…

With the pain of the race still very fresh (read: I am immobilized) I thought I'd jot this down.You know, because it's not like I can get off this couch. Yet.

So here's the short story:I ran, I ran, I cried because I got cramps that felt like labor and my body freaked out and I didn't know what to do, I got myself together, then I ran faster. The course had 6400 vert gain and I was able to run up all but one major hill feeling good.

I beat my goal time by a half hour, came in at 10:06, taking over 1 hour and 20mins off the female course record. I was first female and 4th overall, but those numbers mean little to me since there were only 30 people racing. Much more excited to have a 10:06 100k PR on a course with over 6400 vert!

The long story:I was both excited and nervous for this race. While I've been running more than ever all summer, it was all play. No speed work. No flat runs. I realized recently that the last time I did a long run without bagging a peak or paci…

With the pain of the race still very fresh (read: I am immobilized) I thought I'd jot this down.
You know, because it's not like I can get off this couch. Yet.

So here's the short story:
I ran, I ran, I cried because I got cramps that felt like labor and my body freaked out and I didn't know what to do, I got myself together, then I ran faster. The course had 6400 vert gain and I was able to run up all but one major hill feeling good.

I beat my goal time by a half hour, came in at 10:06, taking over 1 hour and 20mins off the female course record. I was first female and 4th overall, but those numbers mean little to me since there were only 30 people racing. Much more excited to have a 10:06 100k PR on a course with over 6400 vert!

The long story:
I was both excited and nervous for this race. While I've been running more than ever all summer, it was all play. No speed work. No flat runs. I realized recently that the last time I did a long run without bagging a peak o…

I recently read the article The Compromise on Trail and Ultra Running.com This stirred up such a mixture of emotions in me, because I am witnessing so many close friends making a compromise.

It's just the compromise I see is an entirely different one.

This compromise starts out years before the problem, when my friends first started trail running. They (like most of us) started out full of wild dreams and adventures, and within the first years of ultrarunning, began to accomplish things they never thought were possible. Their limits, expectations, and goals began to expand. The lines between possible and impossible blurred; their potential was within reach. After a few years of steady, surreal growth a plateau was reached. These plateaus are fairly standard amongst participants in every sport.

In ultrarunning, this is where the compromises start.

Instead of continually PR'ing distances, getting a PB every time the course is run, or continually expanding types/places/distances of u…

I recently read the article The Compromise on Trail and Ultra Running.com This stirred up such a mixture of emotions in me, because I am witnessing so many close friends making a compromise.

It's just the compromise I see is an entirely different one.

This compromise starts out years before the problem, when my friends first started trail running. They (like most of us) started out full of wild dreams and adventures, and within the first years of ultrarunning, began to accomplish things they never thought were possible. Their limits, expectations, and goals began to expand. The lines between possible and impossible blurred; their potential was within reach. After a few years of steady, surreal growth a plateau was reached. These plateaus are fairly standard amongst participants in every sport.

In ultrarunning, this is where the compromises start.

Instead of continually PR'ing distances, getting a PB every time the course is run, or continually expanding types/places/distances o…